Another day, another night.
Shiro roamed the grass trail. He like taking walks every morning to get his stamina up. It was the little bit of exercise he did every morning with his mother before she died. But after she died, he walked the grass path every morning. His sensitive fox ears caught the sounds of the early morning forest. Birds chirping, animals crunching the wet grass, wind rustling through the leaves. The slightly cold breeze brushed against Shiro's body, a sensation of peace traveling throughout his body.
Rabbit scurried around his feet. Shiro giggled as the small feet tickled his skin. The morning dew dripped onto his pale skin. He smiled as a bird landed on his head, chirping a lovely morning song. Shiro smiled at the sun brightly as it looked down at him, shining him with a radiant light.
As the bird flew off his head, Shiro hummed a tune his mother used to sing to him before she died. He walked past trees, jumped across the rocks, and stopped to peer at mysterious plants and bugs a couple times.
Shiro then noticed it was now strangely quiet. Just before, the sounds of a morning forest took over his sense of sound. Now, nothing but the wind rustling awaited him. Shiro sensed a strange waved of uneasiness, and took a few steps back. His ears twitched as he heard a faint rustling sound of someone walking towards his direction.
Shiro panicked. He did not live near a village! Is it a wild animal? Some kind of mysterious beast? Worst of all, a dragon? No, dragons wouldn't venture this far into the woods, would they? Maybe Shiro wouldn't be spotted? No, he stood out like a white spot in the middle of a black canvas. He really did hope it wasn't a dragon, especially a high leveled one.
But as if fate heard his thoughts, a figure stepped into the light, right in front of Shiro. Apparently, fate hated him. The figure was a tall, muscular man. He had tanned skin with jet black hair that was tightened into a short ponytail. His eyes were a strikingly vibrant blue that glowed like flames. The horns on his head were also a monarch blue, and the scaly tail that coiled up his side matched the color.
He looked too well-taken care of to be a regular soldier or villager. Shiro's ears shot up in awareness, his eyes widening. It was a well-known figure even in this isolated place of his. The person who has imperial blood in his veins, and the only Blue Flame dragon born in centuries. The dragon who had enough power to take over the throne if he wanted to.
Duke Azure.
That name was always etched into Shiro's mind. His mother said that Duke Azure was the only person who could produce the next heir to the throne. That reason was because the emperor was unable to have children. So his mother told him to try to not meet him if possible. Apparently, she thought that Shiro could stay hidden in this forest forever. Apparently not, seeing how Duke Azure was right in front of him.
"Its not everyday you see a kitsune," Duke Azure gave a smile that was hard to read. "Especially an albino one,"
Shiro whirled around and tried to run, but the dragon's tail hooked onto his shirt, making him fall backwards. Shiro let out a yelp as the tail coiled around his body almost immediately, lifting him up from the ground. Shiro awkwardly hung his legs, trying to wriggle out of the Duke's grasp.
"Ah ah ah, not so fast," Duke Azure turned Shiro around to face him. "Because I have a special thing I want from you,"
As the Duke's face darkened, Shiro's face turned paler than it already was. He shook his head wildly, his body already petrified in fear from the deadly aura that the blue dragon was giving off.
The Duke grinned. "And based off of that reaction, I'm pretty sure that you already know,"
Shiro probably turned paler than a ghost. His ears flopped against his head, terrified and in despair. Shiro's body began to tremble a bit.
"Based off of your scent, I guess your am omega," Duke Azure said. "Better for me,"
Shiro knew it was already over, but still tried to make a run for it. He bit the tail that was slowly etching towards his face, angling his jaw so that his fangs sank in the deepest.
That seemed to work, because then the tail loosened and the Duke gave out a sharp hiss. Shiro pushed the tail off of him and ran. He knew the forest well, but with his sharp hearing, he could hear the Duke leaping and running around trying to catch him.
Suddenly, a blue flame exploded in front of him and he halted to a stop. He whipped his head around, trying to look for another way. The scaly blue tail then coiled around his again, setting his claws and jaw firmly away from another biting. Shiro grit his teeth, trying to wriggle out again but failed.
"Can't have you running off, little fox. Your my mate now," The Duke then opened his mouth and settled on Shiro's mate gland. Shiro growled and yapped, but the Duke's tail kept him firmly in place. The Duke sunk his sharp dragon fangs into the base of his neck. Shiro yelped in sudden pain and the Duke sunk his fangs deeper. His tail slowly uncoiled around him, letting him hit the ground. The Duke set his hand firmly on one shoulder.
As the retracted his fangs, Shiro slowly collapsed into the man's chest. His eyes were slowly closing. The last thing he was able to recall was the touch of the Duke Azure, and the blurry image of his wide smile.
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Should I continue?
I will most likely make other BL books. Again, if you don't like this type of content, please exit, I will probably only be writing these type of books. I absolutely love writing books about obsession. (I know, I'm a bit unhinged) I might also make some action books if I actually get some ideas.
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Obsession between Mythicals
RomanceA story of a rare white kitsune named Shiro that only had himself. Kitsunes themselves were rare, for they had almost been wiped out by the dragon clans because of the war. But a white kitsune was the rarest, a delectable. It was thought that in th...
